The Therapay

The Therapay Eye cannot afford a doctor eye can only afford ewe A doctor can not tell me not to be so sad and blue they don’t make a medicine that heals the pain of love gone threw the dart of cupids arrow leaves a mark like death its true mye babay oh mye babay here me cry and come to love me The puncture wound is healed and eye want love again. This is a someday after the valentine wore off. SHE chatted me she came to me the BLUES Is gone oh happy EYE can all the ewes feel this OH kiss.